Gaming for Love (9 page)

I remove my lips from
hers and she whimpers in protest until I nudge her chin up and start
to trail kisses along her jaw, sucking and nibbling on her ear and
then that graceful neck of hers. I have to resist the urge to mark
her. I want the world to know she is mine. Wait. Mine? Where did that
come from? I have never wanted to claim a woman as mine, ever. Amber
was the closest I came to feeling anything like that. Even with her,
I wanted to be with her only and I even considered marrying her, but
I didn’t feel the need to claim her. Can I do this? Can I fucking
make someone belong to me? Can I belong to someone else? I don’t
know. Or maybe I do.

Lost in my thoughts, my
mouth has stilled on her neck. “Scott, is everything okay?” Yas
asks nervously.

I move my hands back up
to cup her cheeks, place my forehead against hers. “Yeah, it is. In
fact it’s perfect. You’re perfect, Yas.”

“Perfect? No, I’m
not. No one is.” She laughs as she meets my eyes

“I think that you may
be perfect for me,” I reply honestly, the words coming out before I
can think about what I am saying or stop myself. Shit! What if I
scare her? We haven’t known each other long. We had an instant
connection and I feel it getting stronger every time I see her. But,
still, what guys says something like that, especially after only one
date? This is more than just a normal date, though. I even let her
into my house. I’m still a little freaked out by that and annoyed
that she was in my workroom, but I’m not sorry that I invited her
in.

She looks surprised for
a moment, but then that beautiful smile of hers returns. “I think
that you may be perfect for me too. Too perfect, though.”

“Too perfect? Am I
that spectacular?” I tease her.

She rolls her eyes and
says, “Well, your
mouth
is spectacular. As much as I would like to find out about the rest of
you, tonight is not the night. In fact, I should probably go while I
still can.”

She pulls away and I
feel the loss immediately. What the fuck is happening to me? “Can I
see you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Do you want to
come over to my place? I can make you dinner and we can watch a
movie.” I don’t answer right away, so she continues, “I mean,
if you want to. We could go out somewhere instead.” She looks
unsure of herself and I hate that. She should know how amazing she
is. Not just with me but with how she is helping Alex.

I reach for her hands.
“Look at me Yas,” I tell her and then wait for her to raise her
head and meet my eyes. “I would
love
to be anywhere with you. We can go out or go to your house. Whatever
you want. For the record, though, I would
really
like to go to your house and see your place.”

She leans up on her
toes and kisses me lightly on the lips. “My house it is then. I’ll
text you the address. Is seven okay for you? Oh, and is there
anything you don’t like to eat?”

“Seven is great. And
I will eat pretty much anything.” I give her one last lingering
kiss and she heads out the door.

I watch her walk around
to the side gate of the yard and then I remember the pen. Dammit! I
picked up a pen for her when I was at the gym this morning. They had
some out on the counter and I grabbed one. I run back inside and grab
the pen, then head to the driveway, hoping that she is still here.

As I round the corner
to the front, I am relieved to hear her voice. What she is saying
stops me in my tracks.

“Candi, do you think
your friend can get me in for a waxing in the morning?” My mouth
goes dry and my cock gets even harder than it already was. “Yes, I
know it’s been awhile and I don’t know if I am going to
get
any
but I want to be prepared.” She listens for a few
seconds. “Great, I’ll see you then! Bye.”

She turns toward her
car and spots me where I am finally unfrozen. Her eyes get wide and
her cheeks turn red. “Di-did you hear that?” She sees the heat in
my eyes and covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God, you did.
This is so humiliating.”

I decide to put her out
of her misery as I walk up to her. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s
extremely hot to know that you want to be ready for me. Although, you
don’t need to get waxed if you don’t want to. I’m more than
happy with you however you want to be.” She turns redder and for
some reason, I get more turned on. “Oh, and if I am the deciding
vote on whether you
get any
tomorrow, consider this a hell yes.” I pull her to me and kiss her
passionately for a few minutes.

She finally pulls away,
both of us breathless. “I
really
need to leave. Was there a reason you came out here?”

“Oh yeah. Yeah there
was. I got this for you today.” I hand her the pen that reads
“Books make great weights.”

“What the fuck? Who
says something like this?” She looks at me with a hint of anger.

“Some group
advertising at the gym? I don’t know but I saw it and it said books
and it’s a pen and yeah, I should have looked closer at what it
said. It sucks doesn’t it? Shit, I suck!” I bow my head and
scratch the back of my neck.

“The saying on the
pen sucks, but you giving it to me doesn’t. And neither do you.
Thanks, Scott.” She pulls my hand from my neck and kisses my palm.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yasmin

The day flew by even
though I expected it to drag. I went and got waxed with Candi. She
tried to convince me to visit the sex shop but I reminded her that I
am not the kind of girl who can just walk into one of those places
and be comfortable. I eventually convinced her to back off, but had
to promise to give her some details of my date. I stressed the word
some
with her,
because I want to keep things for myself.

Work was good too. We
had a pretty steady stream of customers and a good amount of internet
orders today. I felt like I could breathe. I am extra happy about
that because I don’t want to be stressed when Scott gets here. I
have chicken baking in the oven and rice and veggies cooking on the
stove. I stopped by Drago Sisters Bakery and picked up a variety of
treats for dessert. Now, I just have to figure out what to wear.

I don’t want to be
too dressy, but I can’t be in a t-shirt and jeans. Well, I guess I
could. I mean, Scott was in a stained t-shirt, jeans and those sexy
glasses when I went to his place. But, I want to put in some effort.
I finally decide on a fitted purple boat neck top paired with a dark
denim flared skirt that hits just above my knees. I slip on some
strappy heels and forgo any jewelry because I don’t want to have to
worry about it getting in the way later. Underneath, I have a
strapless satin bra and matching boy shorts in a teal blue. I hope
they are sexy enough. I like the color and I didn’t want to be too
obvious about wearing something that screamed sexy. I’m worrying a
little and thinking I should maybe put on something lacy when the
doorbell rings. Too late now.

* * *

Scott

When I pulled up to
Yasmin’s house, I was surprised. It is a rambling one story with
lots of wood and windows. I didn’t think the bookstore was a big
money maker, honestly, and expected her to live in an apartment or a
small home. It’s beautiful, though the grass is a little overgrown.

“Hi,” Yas says as
she opens the door. She is dressed semi casual and I’m glad that I
did the same. I picked a short sleeve white button down and tan cargo
shorts paired with Vans.

“Hi yourself. You
look beautiful,” I tell her and I mean it. I love that she has her
hair down, flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. The fitted top
and loose skirt emphasize her curves and those heels are the things
of fantasies.

“Thanks. You look
pretty good yourself. Come on in.” She moves aside and I walk into
the house. I want to kiss her, but I don’t. I want to show her that
I can be respectful and not just attack her, even though I
really
want to do just that.

“Your place is pretty
amazing,” I tell her, taking in the high ceilings and large open
living room.

She looks sad for a
minute. “My parents bought it years ago when the bookstore was
doing really well. They loved this house.” She looks like she is
going to cry.

“What’s the matter,
Yas? Is something wrong with the house?”

She seems to collect
herself and puts on a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “No,
nothing’s wrong with the house. It’s perfect. Dinner should be
almost ready. We can eat in the dining room, on bar stools in the
kitchen, out here on the couch or in the enclosed porch. Which would
you prefer?”

“Hmm. How about the
kitchen. I’ve always loved sitting on a stool at the kitchen island
while my mom was cooking.”

“Umm, okay. But just
to warn you, I am not as good a cook as your mom. I’m not bad, just
not at her level,” she tells me honestly.

“Not many people are,
but I am sure that I will love whatever you made.” I would eat
rocks if she cooked them and tell her it was the best meal ever. I
really have it bad.

We walk into the
kitchen, which is open and airy with a big center island and windows
overlooking a big backyard. She checks some pots on the stove and
then turns off the heat and moves them to the back burners. Then she
bends over and takes a pan out of the oven. The sight of her bent
over sends images to my mind of my flipping up that skirt, yanking
down her panties, grabbing her hips and taking her from behind right
there against the stove. I shake my head as I realize that she’s
speaking to me.

“Scott? Did you hear
me?”

“No, sorry. I zoned
out for a minute. What did you ask?”

She looks a little sad
when she says, “I asked you if you wanted me to make you a plate or
if you wanted to do it yourself.”

“Oh, I can do it.”
I round the island, trying to keep my back to her to hide my erection
and grab the plate out of her hand, holding it in front of me. “This
looks great. Thanks again for having me over,” I tell her, kissing
her forehead. If I kiss her lips right now neither one of us will be
eating dinner.

* * *

Yasmin

What a disaster. I
don’t know what I did, but obviously I‘m boring Scott and he is
not into me. I mean, he didn’t even hear me talking to him and then
he kissed me on the
forehead
.
Now, he picked the furthest stool possible from me and angled his
body away from me. He doesn’t need to worry. I can take a hint.
We‘ll eat and then he can get out of here and find someone who
interests him. I should have known better than to think that he would
really want to be with me.

Maybe I should have
worn something sexier, but I was in jeans and a t-shirt when he
kissed me yesterday. Obviously, I’m the problem. I just need to
make it through dinner and then go cry in my room. Because, although
we haven’t known each other long, I know that I am going to cry
over this man.

“This is really
good,” Scott says, still facing away from me.

“Thanks,” I mumble
back.

He must hear something
in my voice because he turns toward me with a worried look on his
face. “Is everything okay?”

He’s really going to
ask me that after he tunes me out and then won’t even sit next to
me much less look at me? What the fuck? “No, Scott, everything is
not
okay!” I jump
off the stool and face him. “I thought that this was a date. I
thought
that you were
into me. But it took less than ten minutes in my house before you
were tuning me out and sitting as far from me as possible. You
haven’t even looked at me once since you started eating. Why did
you come here, Scott?
You
asked me if we could see each other today. I told you I was fine with
going out if you didn’t want to come over. It’s obvious that you
want to leave, so why don’t you? Just go and find someone who you
want
to be with.”
He sits there staring at me, not saying a word. Tears are now
threatening to spill out of my eyes and I realize that I need to get
away from him.

“Just show yourself
out!” I cry as I start to run from the kitchen.

* * *

Scott

I am momentarily
shocked as Yas yells at me and then my stomach drops as she starts to
leave the kitchen. Jesus, she
really
thinks that I don’t want to be here with her. That couldn’t be
further from the truth. I sat away from her because I wanted to eat
this dinner she cooked for me. I knew that if I sat close to her and
breathed in her scent, I would throw her onto the island and take her
fast and rough. That’s how hard I am for her right now.

I grab her hand as she
runs by me and place it on my crotch. “I want to be with you. Feel
how much I want to be with you.” Her eyes grow wide and her lips
part as she feels how much I want her. “When you bent over to get
the chicken out, I wanted to grab you and take you from behind
hard
.
I sat away from you so that I could control myself enough to eat this
wonderful meal that you cooked for me. I’m sorry that I made you
feel unwanted. Know that I can’t imagine a time when I will not
want you. I want you so bad it literally hurts.”

She strokes my cock
through my shorts. “It hurts?”

“Yeah, I’m so hard
that it hurts,” I growl out as she continues her slow torture.

“Can we go the
bedroom or does it have to be in here?” she asks, biting her bottom
lip.

“What?” Now it’s
my eyes that go wide.

She takes a deep
breath. “I want you to live out your fantasies,
within
my boundaries
, but I would like our first time to be in a
bed. Will that work for you?”